2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate EGO. EASING GOD OUT is one way to describe it. The same Friend is wondering how EGO affects her life. LIZZY has no idea what it means to her. What does it mean to other people ? Jamie Duff once told HER that suicidal thoughts could be a healthy sign of one layer of the EGO killing off another. ‘ERE WE EGO.

The basic ego of a human being is expressed as ts’ao-yuan i-ti-shui, “a drop of water in the source”

“Wanting keeps the ego alive much more than having. Let’s talk about that.”

Tolle replied: “One of the main structures of the ego is it is never satisfied.”

King Solomon who had more opulence, wealth, and women than probably any man who ever lived said repeatedly “It is all vanity and vexation of spirit” (Ecclesiastes 1:14). Solomon who also possessed great wisdom, astounded many with his sayings, perhaps including himself at such revelatory discoveries.

Soul stirring eyes of gold delight,
All where reigning supreme-
Our blind secrecy’s dream
She seizes with Her all forgiving Sight.

Torn now asunder our ego’s screen,
Under Her Smile of Grace
Blooms quick our surrender’s face.
She paves the way to a life evergreen.

“I like the moment when I break a man’s ego”
(Bobby Fischer)

Snakes hiss; pigs grunt; and bills moo! They are asserting their ego, intent on keeping others away. Of the traits of ego, pride is the most poisonous. But, the pride of the scholar and the vanity of Pundits are so thick, that it is impossible for them to get rid of these.”

Like this:

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate PRIDE and EGO. SHE has a friend who identifies PRIDE and EGO as the elements deciding her life.

Pride gets no pleasure out of having something, only out of having more of it than the next man.C. S. Lewis

“The cold was our pride, the snow was our beauty. It fell and fell, lacing day and night together in a
milky haze, making everything quieter as it fell, so that winter seemed to partake of religion in a way
no other season did, hushed, solemn.”– Patricia Hampl

When you find one that actually has no ability to love, stay away. If the ego is so big that all they want is for their “Me” to be taken care of, you will run out of gas.

No one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person. Two people, when they love each other, grow alike in their tastes and habits and pride, but their moral natures (whatever we may mean by that canting expression) are never welded. The base one goes on being base, and the noble one noble, to the end.

False Personality, Ego, Vanity, Self-Love, Pride….where do they reside? In my present condition, I cannot hope to storm their camp. At present, the most I can hope for is to fling a few stones in their direction and then watch them change form and adapt themselves to the changing inner landscape, much like the movie Predator, which illustrates the scale and magnitude of what we are up against when we take on the struggle against all that comprises the lower self in us. It also reminds me of a kid throwing stones at a tank that is rumbling through his village….ineffectual, at best…and yet hearing that “clank” sound gives such a good feeling! I feel it’s important to throw those stones and to make those efforts. Each skirmish teaches something, if nothing else, how very daunting and hopeless the situation seems and that we have to redouble our efforts as well as modifying our techniques and tactics. If hope does exist, the key lies in my attention, which is able to act as the sword that cuts through the veil of illusion and hypnosis by the simple act of observing the false personality/ego. The light of observation has a way of bringing me into sharp focus since the false and lower self isn’t able to function while being watched and I thereby attain a degree of liberation from their influence.

“…the young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat. He must learn them again. He must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid: and, teaching himself that, forget it forever, leaving no room in his workshop for anything but the old verities and truths of the heart, the universal truths lacking which any story is ephemeral and doomed–love and honor and pity and pride and compassion and sacrifice. Until he does so, he labors under a curse. He writes not of love but of lust, of defeats in which nobody loses anything of value, and victories without hope and worst of all, without pity or compassion. His griefs grieve on no universal bones, leaving no scars. He writes not of the heart but of the glands.”

A Sadguru does not, even in his dream, expect any service or profit from his disciples . On the contrary he wishes to serve them. He does not think that he is great and the disciple small. Not only he loves him as his son but regards him as equal to himself or as Brahma. The main characteristic of a Sadguru is that he is the abode of peace. He is never restless nor ruffled. He has no pride of his learning. The poor and the rich, the small and the great, are the same to him.http://www.starsai.com/